When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock rhyme”—the stony, mineral whisper that lingers after swallowing an oolong—they are quoting...

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock rhyme”—the mineral echo that lingers on tongue and memory—they are almost always talking a...

When Chinese tea lovers whisper about “drinking a mountain,” they are usually talking about Wuyi Da Hong Pao. Literally “Big Red...

High in the fog-laced crevices of northern Fujian’s Wuyi Mountains, a six-tree grove of gnarled tea bushes clings to a narrow roc...

If green tea is the fresh-faced scholar of Chinese teas and pu-erh the venerable sage, then Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—...

If green tea is the youthful scholar of Chinese leaf and pu-erh the bearded sage, then Tie Guan Yin is the meditative poet who wa...

If green tea is the fresh-faced scholar of Chinese tea and pu-erh the bearded sage, then Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—must be the bat...

High above the winding Jiuqu Stream, where the Wuyi Mountains thrust their granite shoulders into the humid Fujian sky, tea bushe...

High in the Wuyi Mountains of northern Fujian, where the Jiuqu Xi River coils like a silk ribbon through granite cliffs, grows an...

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock rhyme”—the mineral whisper that lingers on tongue and memory—they are almost always talkin...